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Tuesday, 2 October 2007

Saw an apparition/presence in the pub last night. It glided right behind my chair, then disappeared on the right hand side. My friend realised something was up, as I moved my hand to hide my answer sheet (it was in the middle of the pub quiz, thought someone was having a peek!);I felt it was a male presence. A short time later, a darkish shape moved behind the chair next to me and then my chair, then disappeared. The pub is very old, dating from at least as far back as the 17th C. Apparently it was used by monks for brewing. There have been instances in the past, but in the cellar there; this was in the middle of the bar. First time I've actually seen anything there, but I've felt a presence in certain parts of the pub, and don't like wandering around on my own.Interesting.

....on here, after a busy weekend. Saturday was a Guild day (Weavers, SPinners and Dyers) - very good talk on alpacas, and I bought a small amount (400g) of alpaca fleece to have a go with that some time. Sunday was doing a photoshoot at home for a Christmas article in a magazine. yesterday was mostly pottering about ; made some candles and did a bit more dyeing, knitting and pub quiz in the evening.

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This is me............

I have found such joy

I have found such joy in simple things;A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,The shelter of a roof above my head,And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,Where yellow sunlight glimmers through the door.I have found such joy in things that fillMy quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,A potted plant upon my window sill,A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,And books I long have loved beside me there.Oh, I have found such joys I wish I mightTell every woman who goes seeking farFor some elusive, feverish delight,That very close to home the great joys are:The elemental things- old as the race,Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.

Handmade books, personalised printed notepaper and envelopes.Hamper of bits and bobs from the above lists, packed in a pretty lined basket.

I'll add some more as and when I think of them; These can be used all year round and easily tailored to the recipient - everyone loves a homemade gift. :)

Currently on the needles

Autumn leaves scarf

Crochet blanket/s

Shetland Fairisle kits

Dishcloths

Wartime Farm Fairisle top

Inspiring thoughts.............

I saw a man, an old Cilician, who occupied an acre or two of land that no one wanted.A patch not worth the ploughing, unrewarding for flocks, unfit for vineyards;he, however, by planting here and there among the scrub cabbages or white lilies and verbena and flimsy poppies, fancied himself a king in wealth, and coming home late in the evening, loaded his board with unbought delicacies.Virgil

I had no theories to prove. I merely wanted to try living by my own hands, independently as far as possible from a system of division of labour in which the participant loses most of the pleasure of making and growing things for himself. I wanted to bring in my own fuel and smell its sweet smell as it burned in the hearth I had made. I wanted to grow my own food, or forage after it. In short I wanted to do as much as I could for myself, because I had already realised from partial experience the inexpressible joy of doing so.